Just.. damn.

French Quarter battered but unbowed


(link snagged from the sessiest bookseller on the entire internet, ororo)

I don't want to get off on a rant here, but..

I've seen a lot of people pissing and moaning because one of the mayors down in the path of Hurricane Katrina called it "our Tsunami".

I'll tell you what, Cha-Cha, I'm sure they'll put up a Post-It Note to give a rat's ass what you think about what that mayor named their own personal hell on Earth they're going through. They'll mark it as a priority somewhere south on the list of "Things To Do" after burying their dead, pumping out the water, burying their dead, tending to their injured, rebuilding their homes and businesses, and trying to find some tenuous foothold so they can start their lives over.

I have a question: who died and made you King Asshole? These people and that mayor can call that event "Pinky Tuscadero" if they want to, it's none of your fucking business.

EDIT: Okay, let me offer a question: How long do you think that mayor had been awake at that point? How many living, waking, breathing nightmares had he heard about or seen at that point? How many nightmares do you think he has to look forward to over the weeks and months - who am I kidding, years - ahead? If he fumbled for something to name it and that's what he came up with, then forgive the man his mortal sin. I'm inclined to give those poor bastards a little slack over what is at this point mere words when they've got all that horrific work ahead of them. Frankly, I'm more worried about fixing up an event of some kind to help these people than I'm interested in bantering semantics.